with my fingers

in my brother’s upper lip

surely there

smacked it back

wanted or unwanted

feet in the summer

no one would

 

it wasn’t to get ahead

penises looked like guns

 

okay Jenny

odious and cruel

crammed so full

so so so salty

 

more fearful, more occupied

‘still no and still no’

to me in Chinese

an argument

on their sides

not everyone

not everyone

and anyone else

‘God is money’

 

a poet without papers

unlive what

and hover

checked coat pockets

eggs in my dreams

 

with a capital ‘o’

a different face